The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

I saw Herschel and he saw me and we stood next to each other because that is what friends do in the presence of evil or love.

The philosopher Elaine Scarry has observed that "beauty always takes place in the particular." Cruelty, on the other hand, prefers abstraction.

But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.

I'd lost count of the disappointments.

Books are slow, books are quiet. The Internet is fast and loud.